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Resistance training class went big today and there were still any number of people not there. It will be a huge class if everyone ever shows up all at the same time. I'm fortunate to be so near a facility with all of these PD supportive classes. I came away from the class slightly blitzed--end of the week condition I think. Had a green tea latte and that took off some of the fuzziness, but I'm still getting lingering sensations from the day. It's quiet now and getting even quieter. A few more notes and then it's off to bed. Laundry day tomorrow! Clean those ragged threads!

Dreamed last night but I don't recall any details. I thought I awoke with fragments of my dreaming still swirling in my head, but nothing presents itself now. So, dream again fair fool! Let the scenes be bright and clear! May the mists dissolve!

Watched an Hungarian film this evening--Fateless. It's a gritty tale (based on a true story) of a young Hungarian teenager who got sent off to a work camp at the beginning of the war. He survived being in several of the camps but endured to make his way back to Budapest. His experiences in the camp were horrible but in the end helped him find his core strength and opened his capacity for compassion. Hence, the rather strange title of the work--Fateless--without fate. It's not considered a word by most dictionaries. Being without fate leaves you being responsible, at cause, and open to possibilities. I think that's where the author was heading when he picked the title--although the title probably appeared first as a word in Hungarian.

Oh, well! I drift! I sift! I sense the lift as a wondrous gift! I will not drift! I will not drift!